Meng Shuyan gave a slight nod, then suddenly asked, "Chun Zisu, is the city fun? What's Beijing like?"
"When there's time, I'll take you to Beijing!" Zhao Chun said, brimming with enthusiasm. "In the city, women curl their hair and wear bell-bottoms to keep up with trends... I'll take you to the video hall to watch movies..."
Gradually, in the darkness, only Zhao Chun's voice lingered.
Zhao Chun gently lifted his hand and pulled the thin quilt over Meng Shuyan. Under the moonlight, the little guy had sharp brows and bright eyes, his small face charmingly handsome. Zhao Chun's heart softened for no clear reason. How magical—such a small bundle of a child, with a soft and squishy body, sleeping soundly with closed eyes. His hand was even bigger than his face.
